Saturday, March 24, 2012

THE JEWELS OF MY LAND




In my distant land, where at night
the stars look like diamonds in the desert
floating above the low fog
and the blue sea shines like a sapphire,

there is a ruby-red flower that blooms at night in the rain forest's peace ...


In that distant land the hills are as green as emeralds and snowy mountains glow like pearls ..

The valleys embroidered with vineyards, where grapes in the sun, seem like ancient ambars, honey, milk abound ...
in its beaches of golden sands
hidden treasures of multicolored agates ...

Crystal clear lakes at the foot of majestic volcanoes, reflecting its snowy peaks
as amethyst, the sunset's light ...

While rivers of diamonds falling from the high peaks in thousands of waterfalls,
kissing the willows as jades, that sway in the summer's breeze  ...


My distant land, my golden Chile, with the blue sky where condors fly free and sound,
in contrast to the dew-kissed green ferns, delicate treasures of our eternal rain forest ...

The white flags of the countryside announce warm fresh bread, fruit, beer, cheese

My land far away, I miss you, your golden autumns leaves, your rainy winters,
springs of kites and your fragrant summer nights

Copyright 2012 Sonia Paz Baronvine


THE SOUTHERN CROSS


The Southern Cross ...

Under the starry night
north on the old planet
I think of you ... love ...

I think of your sweet eyes
on how you look at me
when you love me
of our whispers
of your kisses ....

I want to hold your hand
for life
smiling
loving
happy .....

Take me love
to the Southern Cross
Show it to me again
as you cuddle me
in your embrace .....

Copyright 2012 Sonia Paz Baronvine

TIME



Time passes by so fast
we turn around and ten years
have come and gone..
I have a photo of my children
taken ten years ago
all six of them sitting on the sofa
smiling at me…

Now ten years later
I smile at them when I look
at that sweet photo, they
were so small then…

Now some are engaged,
Some are married,
some have children
some are in school
some work,
some live far away
some still live at home..
And as I type this poem
my grandson plays with
his toys next to me,
as time goes by…

Copyright 2010 Sonia Paz Baronvine